"I travel a lot, and when I’m in California I go to Luke’s house two hours away. Luke’s fridge is a lot like Luke, exploding with deliciousness–who could be luckier than me? Luke opens his mouth and whole chocolate cakes fall out. He snaps his fingers and voila–chicken cacciatore. One time he rolled over in bed and left in his wake an entire patch of strawberries. I don’t know how to explain it. He’s the most wonderful man in the world. I’m always well fed when Luke is around."
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